For What Blooms Without Lust

Fronting time, in a on going change. Breathing hard and slow

Capture life on the thinnest line

Stimulate the roots. My eyes white stair

Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within

Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key

Like a forcing bloom I repeat act. Performing

For an utter final

I give to me the most sacred and holy. I give to Thee my own reflection

As I see myself repeated inside out, there is no longer distance

I hold the torch. I surround my hand, with fire

Like a frocing bloom I repeated act

Stimulate the roots. My eyes white stair

Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within

Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key

For the the one gazing at the altar shall not see. This blood has not run far

Till it's dry. When rising above in pleasure, I smear myself upon Thee

In this foggy confusion. The whole image comes dear

For this is the demon within me. Like a forcing bloom I repeated act

Still swirling above and beneath the key, blue eyes stare

Return to me with a conscious mind, I do behold the greater of gifts

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within

Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key

Like a forcing bloom I repeated act. I smear myself upon Thee